Fighting for your rights in the heavens, you’ve been falsely accused and betrayed by the gods which had made you fall down to the depths of hell.

Feeling the ground under, you emerge, you fall down into your fiery fate. You try to fly but your angel wings were soon done for as you landed.

Your wing is injured, you're injured, you see.. Azrael. The ruler of hell, crouching Infront of you.

"Now what's a pretty fallen angel like you doing here? "

He says as he smiles, helping you sit up.